Speaking of silver.

What comes to mind here is that, in ancient times, the money that people had worked so hard to save was eaten by termites (this is awesome, the "teeth mouth" is really good).

I'm looking for some information and I don't know if it's true.

In "Lingnan Miscellaneous Notes" written by Wu Zhenfang during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two things were recorded:

In 1684 AD, an official discovered that several thousand taels of silver had been stolen from his bank. This was no joke. The officials were very frightened and organized a large number of people to conduct reconnaissance and carefully track down anything suspicious. Later, they found a pile of shining coins under the wall. The white powder was dug out, and a termite nest was dug out at the foot of the wall. Some people said that maybe the termites had eaten the silver, so they put the termites in the furnace to smelt it, and sure enough, they made silver~

In 1700 AD, an official wrapped 50 taels of silver in paper and placed it in a bamboo box. A few years later, the official opened the bamboo box and found that the paper wrapping the silver was torn. There were more than a dozen taels of silver missing. Upon closer inspection, , I found silver shavings under the bamboo box and scattered them all the way into the wall. I dug out a hole and it turned out to be a termite nest. Obviously, the thief was a termite.

"I wonder if Lingnan is good. But I think this is my hometown."

I thought of "there are plums in the market". I searched and found nothing. Maybe I remembered it wrong.

By the way, there is another thing about color.

Toning. Dyeing.

Color mixing, good color mixing: complement each other and complement each other.

Dyeing. People are always easily dyed by other people’s colors.

Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black.

Change it.

Living with good people is like entering the house of orchids, and if you don't smell their fragrance for a long time, you will be transformed into them; living with evil people is like entering the house of abalone, and if you don't smell their smell for a long time, you will be transformed into them.

"Shuo Yuan Miscellanies"

This actually reminds me of the earth demon puppets and the sky demon puppets in "Fights Break the Sphere", which are reborn through tempering.

(I also think of a word, "steel can be made by a hundred tempers". There is also "How steel is tempered".)

Someone told me the other day that they thought all boys read fantasy novels.

I have indeed watched fantasy, but in the past many years, I have only watched three.

"The Ghost Swordsman", "The Divine Seal Throne" and "Fight to Break the Sky".

Give me two seconds to name three female characters in three novels: Yueying, Cai'er, and the Little Medical Fairy.

Among the three characters, only Cai'er is the male protagonist's companion.

Regarding Cai'er, I only remember one sentence.

"Kowtow one step at a time, the road to heaven will lead to heaven."

One more thing about color.

When I was a child, I thought that the moon and stars were self-luminous.

Later I found out it wasn't.

Later, the thinking ushered in another change.

It doesn't matter just whose it is.

I mean, autoluminescence isn't the only way to go.

Whether it's diffuse reflection, specular reflection, magnifying glass, etc., it's all fine.

The sunflowers painted by Van Gogh were, in fact, himself.

Sunflowers can also become the sun.

Those who chase the light will become the light.

Flowers in the desert.

Suddenly a song came to mind, "Dust in Fireworks".

In addition to the original version of this song, there is also a Yu Huan version.

This version may be a little difficult to find, and it is said to be infringing...

Sneezed...

It's been a bit cold these days.

If grandma sneezes, she will say, who is talking about me...

(σ)σ is the decisive dividing line.

I will never promise to be loyal to this world.

But I wish I could get closer,

Get closer to your ideal self.

Get closer to the justice and truth in your heart.

I will bathe in tears and fire, and rise to a new existence.

This article also came out of nowhere.

I haven't finished writing what I originally wanted to post... I'll talk about it tomorrow.

"Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows."

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(This paragraph comes after the author’s words)

"The parasol trees are drizzling even more, and at dusk, it's drizzle. This time, how can I say "sad"?

Now I want to change "sorrow" to "cold".

autumnapproaching.

But, it feels a bit fake.

I mean, it seems like it's getting cold again before it gets too hot.

And autumn, I don’t hate it.
Chapter completed!